The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1887-10-13

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The letter dropped from Miss
Pryce's white diamoud-glittoring
hand; her eyes sparkled with a inde-
scribable exuhation aud Joy.
so this is what has kept him
away she mutteied; while uuwontcd
smiles wreatbed her hard square
Hips. Dear, dear Hugo! But il
need discourage him no longer
Drawing her ,nother-of-pcarl and
sandal wood desk towards her, she
hurriedly soribblod tho word Yes
on card, inclosed il 10 an envelope.
and gave it TO a servant, with q word
or two Of direction and then che
rang tho bell
Where is Susyr she asked OF the
maid who answered the summons.
'Plese, ma'am, said Mary Am,
she's gone out.
Without IN, leavel' stormud tho
heiress.
She only stepped out to get q
spool Of sewing silk, please, Miss
Pryce She said she'd be back in q
mil ute.
Miss Pryce's face darkened omiu-
ously.
Il didn't hire her to rush around
buying sewing silk said she, curtly,
and sue d ismissed Mary Ann.
'My!' said that young person, when
she reached the servants ball. Il
would not be In Susy Hollands
shoes when she comes home, not for
the brightest shilling that was ever
coinedl Amt misses mad, thought
Aiu't she just?
Ard Miss Pryce, impatiantly pull.
ing back the satin draperies OF the
window was further more stung by
seeing Susy como down the street,
leaning on the arm CT Huge Field
himself.
:Well; l neverp said Miss Pryce.
IF that isn't taking n great deal on
herself. Ny companion that pay
two pounds month to! With her
arm in his, and her face turned up
toward him, like the picture of the
sun worshiper and the SUI! I'll
teach her better than that, before
she's an hour older--see if | don't!
The bold, forward, saucy, little
thingH
Even as these tumultuous thoughts
passed through her mind, Susy came
10, fresh as u rose
Where is he?' asked Miss Pryce,
reprcssing her rage, as she glanced
around the hall.
'Wh. Miss PryceF
'Mr Field
Susy blushed to the very roots of
her soft, goldsbrown hair.
He wouldn't come in,' she faltered.
He-oh, l may as well tell you, Miss
Pryce-he has asked me to be his
wife,
You are telling a leH
Susy started back, as the fierce
words seemed to strike against her
like so mauy javeliu- points.
Miss Pryce.' she sasped, are you
crazyY
NO, you poor fool shrieked the
heiress; but l think that you arel
Hugo Field is only playing with
your eredulty. He is my lover.
Look here! Aud she waved the
foled slip of paper before Susy's daz
zling eyes.
At that moment Mademoiselle
Celire, the French maid, glideed in,
with Miss Pryce's shawl iu her
hand.
Il beg mademoiselle's pardon,
said she smoothly, but zet letter,
was for Miss Susee. Monsieur Field
babe me give it to her secretly.
What could | do better zan put it in
20 pocket OF ze dress la robe-zat
knew MAIDEN oiselle have give to
Miss Susee I | deplore myself much
zat scoh mistake can have happen
ed itself, but 20 letter is for Miss
Susee.'
Miss Pryce dropped the letter as
il it were living thing, and had
stung her
But Susy flung both her arms
around her neck.
oh, Miss Pryce, Miss Pryce,' she
cried; don't look so pale aud hurt,
The letter was for me- Hugo told
me ne had sent it; but never knew
Il didn't drea m
Child ssid Miss Pryce, recover